My dad forwarded this, and it really spoke to me today.
Recently someone in our NY office accidentally sent out an email to all users of our travel system in North America. I’m not entirely sure how many employees that is, but I would guess around 10 – 15,000. Anyway, harmless enough, right? Ignore and delete when you realize it’s a mistake. Well, my inbox started dinging non-stop from people responding to ALL over it. The first two or three were like “you emailed me by mistake.” The next 150 or so were “stop responding to all!”
Then, someone let the crazy out. Here is a sampling of the responses from that point forward…
GO LEAFS GO!!!!!!!
We should do this every Friday.
Soo …how bout them knicks. Happy Friday!
EVERYBODY, KNOCK IT OFF!!!!
This is pretty funny. keep going
STOP THE MADNESS
This is Fun….Happy Friday.
Keep it up, let’s break the record for most inbox emails!
Idiots! (this one was from a vice president!)
Happy Friday to all.
Happy Friday everyone!
BOSCO (anyone have a clue what this means?!)
You are all part of the problem…and now I am too!
since we are replying to all–anyone know a good lunch place?
A few even sent photos …
So, I stink at math, and I’m no IT person, but that had to be a major compromise to our servers (10,000 people x 200 emails in about 10 minutes would be 2 MILLION emails!). I bet they were crapping their pants. And the weird part was we never heard anything else about it. No note from corporate telling us to not act like deranged monkeys when someone accidentally sends out an email to the entire company.
What has Anabella been up to lately? Just the usual …
Showing just how grown-up she is becoming, by putting incredible mommy guilt on me for taking a work trip over Valentine’s Day …
(It says: “Dear Ronda: You weren’t here so I made you a Valentine’s day card. Love Anabella”)
Yes, now I am Rhonda instead of mommy. And I think she even misspelled my name on purpose. Everyone knows how much I hate that!
And she has been having some creative differences with her art teacher …
Oops? Sometimes I feel the school system has no appreciation for kids who think outside the box. Apparently Anabella was into body paint rather than painting on paper that day. Maybe she is hoping to get into Blue Man Group.
I had a most excellent, albeit fairly PG dream about Ryan Reynolds last night. (I didn’t realize I even liked him, but apparently my subconcious likes him … A LOT.)
So, Ryan and I are on a cruise ship. He is beautiful, of course, and I am a much better version of myself. My hair is longer and thickier, and I am in a bikini … and I look good in it. He is super sweet … we are holding hands and laughing and talking. He suggests we go for a swim.
So we dive into the ocean and frolic about a bit, when I notice my cell phone on the ocean floor. And it’s ringing. It’s my friend Kristy. Ryan looks at me and says “I’ll get it sweetie.” He dives into the water and comes back with my phone.
I tell Kristy I will call her back. Ryan kisses me gently. I open my eyes and gaze deeply into his.
Then he says …
“Mommy, I need to go potty.”
At which point, real me wakes up to see Scarlett standing by my bed rubbing her eyes.
Ah, Scarlett. One, more information than I need at 5 a.m. Two, you have awful timing.